Female lead: No, it's me again??

Chapter 378 Wang Qi of Muxian Academy

Mir predicted,

"This person has probably already reached the Spirit King level."

Sang Qiu nodded, "Indeed, this puppet is extremely lifelike, its movements are fluid and smooth without any of the sluggishness of a wooden puppet, the person who created it must have had considerable spiritual power."

Pian Zi looked at her, her words becoming more inquisitive, "Her face was covered by black, probably because she didn't want others to know her true appearance. Those blue eyes are rare and strange."

He thought for a moment and asked Luo Feishuang, "If you were to encounter her, are you confident you could win?"

Yan Nanfei honestly replied, "She didn't use her strongest move, so I don't know."

"You ask me, but what about you?"

"Can I win if I meet her?"

The boy held his head in his hands and said confidently,

"I do not know either."

Yan Nanfei remained silent for a moment.

Saying it means saying it in vain.

Taiqing Sword Sect's competition seat.

Chongke walked over dejectedly.

"Senior Sister, I never hit her."

Lu Rong stood up, patted her shoulder reassuringly, and said softly, "It's okay. The other party used a puppet technique that has been lost in Qinghe Luozhou for a long time. I don't blame you for not being able to beat them."

The Mu family puppeteers were wiped out a hundred years ago, weren't they?

On stage, Wen Qifeng and Shao Siyuan were also discussing this matter, saying, "This young man's demeanor is reminiscent of Mu Xin back then."

Shao Siyuan sighed, "A hundred years ago, the Mu family suffered a sudden calamity, and a hundred years later, someone is trying to revive the Mu family's glory. The young man is truly remarkable."

Wen Qifeng nodded.

Zhiye shouted,

"Numbers 571-590, come up on stage!"

Yan Nanfei got up.

"I'm going."

Feng Siyue: "Be careful."

Yan Nanfei is number 573, and he's in the second arena.

She was fighting a chubby young man in a gold shirt. He was stuffing a chicken leg into his mouth, saying as he ate,

"Looking at your build... I wonder if you can even take two punches from me... I am Wang Qi from Muxian Academy."

Yan Nanfei nodded, "Pilgrimage Academy, Luo Feishuang."

"Game start!"

The moment the supervisor finished speaking, Wang Qi's expression changed!

His nonchalant expression gradually calmed down, and the air around the arena began to circulate abnormally, as if something was awakening.

The young man shouted, "Thunderbolt Spear!"

He was surrounded by lightning, and a long spear materialized behind him, crackling with electricity!

Its power was like a raging thunderbolt!

The Muxian Sect's competition seat.

"Why does Wang Qi seem to have gained even more momentum?"

"I don't know, but isn't this a good thing?!"

"That's true. I bet that petite woman on the other side will be scared to tears, hahaha!"

The upright man in the front row, dressed in a striking orange outfit, stood with his arms crossed, observing the situation on the field. His gaze was sharp. "Didn't you guys notice? That guy on the other side has a very weak aura."

"weak?"

Behind him, a woman dressed in the same color asked,

"Brother, why do you say that?"

The man turned to look at her and said, "Tang Yu, is your spiritual sense just for show?"

A burst of laughter erupted from the surrounding area.

"Hahaha! Senior Brother Shang, don't talk about her like that! Junior Sister Tang is the most beloved disciple of the Third Dean, be careful she doesn't get punished~"

The man said indifferently,

"Anyone with eyes can see this, why are you asking? I have no idea why you came to the academy competition..."

Tang Yu's face turned pale and then red, and she bit her lip pitifully without saying a word.

The man in the lead ignored the other person and instead focused his attention on the stage, narrowing his eyes.

The person opposite him gave him a strange feeling; he seemed dangerous.

On the stage.

The Thunder Spear looked intimidating, but Yan Nanfei felt nothing from it.

Wang Qi reached out, and the Thunderclap Spear flew into his hand automatically. He smiled at her and said, "Be careful!"

The boy strode forward, quickly following the geese flying south!

Yan Nan moved and disappeared from the arena.

His physical form and aura vanished completely.

Wang Qi walked forward with high spirits, but in an instant he lost his goal and stood there blankly.

"What about people?"

Before he could even react, his collar was grabbed by the back, his gaze was suddenly pulled upwards, and he was thrown off the ring in a parabolic arc, his buttocks splattering open!

The crowd in the stands erupted in an uproar!

"Huh? What kind of strange technique is this? Just now, the person and their aura completely disappeared!"

"Invisibility? But invisibility can't hide your presence!"

"This woman is so weird!"

"Is Muxian Academy not going easy on students? That's so fake!"

"Is this a conspiracy?!"

Muxian Academy's competition seat.

Shang Huan looked at the man beside her who was calmly drinking tea, "Master, is this the reason for the cultivation technique?"

The middle-aged man was dressed in the same color, but compared to the disciple's robes, his robes had some bird patterns on them.

"possible."

He turned around and looked at the stunned disciples. "Do you still dare to underestimate your opponents? How could the people who come to the academy competition be those scoundrels you usually meet?"

Everyone's smiles faded, and they spoke respectfully.

"I wouldn't dare, Professor."

In the subjective seating area.

Wen Qifeng laughed, "This year's academy competition is going to be very interesting!"

Even with his aged face, Shao Siyuan smiled. "Yes, the abundance of talented individuals in Qinghe and Luozhou is a blessing for us all."

Wen Qifeng turned his head to Cai Zhongxi and said, "Manager Cai, what are your thoughts?"

Manager Cai also showed his appreciation, saying, "Qinghe and Luozhou are vast regions, and it is only in this prosperous age that a hundred flowers bloom."